Beware the Ides of March! I'm no soothsayer, so take it for what it's worth...

On Saturday, Brenda made a delicious Chicken Parmesan. It was the very same she made for the first time on my birthday last August, and it was just as delicious as I remembered. Debbie offered to duplicate the entire meal by baking an apple-pie-chaser (which I requested in lieu of cake), but decided on a chocolaty cheesecake pie instead. Yeah, we really suffered there...heh.

It's just as well...half of the infatuation with anything is the anticipation. I wait all year for late summer/early fall just for the abundance of apple pie. Mmm. Whenever the winter doldrums are rolling in, I focus on that pie, and I always seem to make it through to the other side.

Anyway...this post has nothing to do with pie.

Except, I feel I should note that Debbie makes the best apple pie in, I'm only qualified to say, two states.

I was aiding in the clearing and cleaning of the table after the conclusion of the meal. I grasped the resealable bag of freshly shredded parm and mechanically went about the business of pressing out the air before sealing and placing in the refrigerator. Brenda rushed over with eyebrows in a "V" and snatched the bag from my hands!

"That's not how you put away cheese!" she all but growled. Brenda would know. Her love of cheese is unparalleled by even the likes of Cleopatra and Marc Antony...to say nothing of Burt and Ernie (c'mon, read between the lines!). I shivered in my chastisement and hugged my arms close to my chest. She reopened the bag, pinching a wad of cheese between her fingers and placing it in her mouth. She then proceeded to pressed the air from the bag and secure the seal before placing it in the refrigerator.

I'll know for next time.